Bill

Bill started at a mug he knew he just had to buy for Haley. It had a blue cartoonish dragon wrapped around it and said,

'Never meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.'

Haley was dorky despite hiding it behind fancy clothes and expensive hair cuts. Behind closed doors she was a complete nerd. An anime freak, well he was too he couldn't lie. She enjoyed DnD, MMORPGS, and pretty much any video game she could get her hands on. Haley had been one of his dearest friends his entire life. He took the cup to the counter smiling down at the mug. The girl at the counter started biting her lip at him. She was a very very busty blonde. I couldn't help, but notice she was about to pop right out of that blouse. 'Her bra definitely lifts bra.' He thought nearly busting up at his own stupid joke. She caught him looking and leaned forward.

"Like the view?" She asked tongue sneaking out over her upper lip.

'Ohhhh ya...we do.' said Bill's dick use to getting his way, but Bill was being a good boy now. Too many times his dick had gotten him in to deep shit. Veronica popped into his mind making his dick do a down boy. He had had enough of crazy chicks. In fact his next goal was no chick. It was like no nut November, but in August and for the long haul. He was going to learn to think with his head, and not just his favorite limb.

"Just the mug, thanks." He said trying to still look pleasant. but uninterested. He gave her a crooked smile when she gave a huff and a pout. He saw her name tag said Candy.

'I bet that pussy tastes like skittles.' His dick chimed pouting as well. She put the mug in a gift bag then handed it to him, still looking a bit unhappy at his rejection. He figured a girl like that wasn't use to the word 'No.'

Waikiki was probably the most overrated place on Oahu. Over crowded hard to navigate, just one giant tourist trap. He couldn't help, but love it anyway. The wide excited faces, the crazy over priced stores, and the restaurants. He strolled to his favorite knowing Harley, who was never so much as a second late, would be stewing. He was dressed to impress, not sure why he thought he needed to dress up for Harley, His button up shirt clung to his chest and arms, and was a light blue. His pants where dark brown, nearly black, and really showed off his ass. He was a good looking son of a bitch, and he knew it. He nearly stopped in his tracks when he saw Harley, damn she looked good. He wanted to slap himself for thinking it her father would have killed him for thinking it, and her for wearing that. Bill leaned in kissing her offered cheek, before sitting down across from her.

"So I got a favor.." He started at the same time she said " I got an offer..."